"You don't need to take care of my affairs, and I don't need a resume to prove anything." He deliberately lowered his voice, full of anger and oppression.
Jian Jianing wanted to say something else, but Teng Zihang pushed Luo Liyan out of the store with a wheelchair.
When he walked to the door, he could still hear his gentle and earnest instructions: "In the future, don't let anyone talk to you, you just talk to them. If you want to avoid being hurt, you must first learn to distinguish what is a good person and what is a good person. You are a bad person, so that you can isolate those factors that will harm you from your life in advance."
Such words are equivalent to saying that Jian Jianing is a bad person with malicious intentions.
She only felt as if she had been slapped severely by Teng Zihang and Luo Liyan twice, and her plain face was twisted together in an instant with a ferocious twist.
"Doctor Teng, that is your junior sister after all, is it really nice for you to treat her like this?" Luo Liyan lowered her head slightly, her eyes fixed on her twisted fingers.
"So are you worried about her now? Or do you think what we just did was a little too much?" Teng Zihang asked curiously.
"I'm just worried that she will get angry for a while and report you." Luo Liyan's voice was still aggrieved like a pitiful little girl.
Although Teng Zihang felt the change, he still held back and didn't check her expression.
After all, she was too wary of herself, and trying to find out what happened would be counterproductive.
"We are not a couple. If she really wants to report it, she will only get burned." Teng Zihang stretched out his hand to rub Luo Liyan's hairy head.
But before his hand touched the softness, he was stunned as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.
Afterwards, through the air, silently hooked the position of the hair, and then retracted the hand.
"But not now, maybe it will be in a few days. After all, you are already going to live in my house, so I can always get the moon first." Luo Liyan seemed to be very proud.
"Are you not angry with her?" Teng Zihang asked curiously.
"Do you think I'll be angry?" Luo Liyan turned around and placed her hands and arms on the backrest of the wheelchair.
Then he put his head on it and looked at him blinking.
That little appearance is really too cute and docile, like a coquettish little fox, people can't help but want to pinch it.
Teng Zihang pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "According to your condition, you should have calculated dozens of ways to make her die. But I am willing to believe you, so I think You are not angry."
"Tsk~" Luo Liyan narrowed her eyes, feeling a little bored.
It's really hypocritical for him to act like he trusts himself very much, and let himself put down his guard against him.
If he was really crazy to the point of no cure, then he would just follow his wishes and make him happy for a while.
It's a pity that he is only interested in himself who is sick, and he can only express the most real answer that floats in his heart, which is also the answer that interests her the most—
"How could I be angry with someone like her? In fact, she suddenly appeared in front of me and jumped up and down. I think it's more or less interesting." Luo Liyan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up. Cruel and bloodthirsty sneer.
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[There are still five minutes and today is over, continue to kneel and beg for tickets!]